Poems

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Those who drank the wine of Your love became immortal.
They became insane first, then sane, then enlightened, and then immortal.
They were ascended to eternity and were soared to paradise.
I am also one of them, I not only dranked it, I am drowned in it.
Not only drowned in it, I own a tavern.
But my wish is not to be immortal, I am forever happy being mortal.
And my wish is not to be enlightened, I am forever happy being ignorant.
My joys are in: to born again, to drink again, to drown again and to die again.
To drink Your love exceeds all tranquilities.
To drown in Your love excels all enlightenments.
To die in Your love surpasses all immortalities.
~Sw. Chidananda Tirtha